The moment the three stepped into the plaza, they drew a tide of cheers.
Every gaze in the venue—including those of the selection team members and candidate saintesses who had arrived earlier—turned in unison toward them.
Countless eyes converged, firmly placing the three of them at the center of attention.
"Tch, what's there to look at?"
The young man clad in custom-made black-and-gold armor spoke disdainfully, the corner of his mouth dipping slightly, though his eyes could not help but dart in that direction again.
"Brez, mind your manners."
Beside him, a female priest with long, wavy golden hair reminded him softly, her voice gentle yet authoritative.
"Hehe, Brez, are you feeling so indignant because all the audience's attention has been drawn over there?" A clear female voice came from behind them.
The speaker was a petite black-haired girl with neat, short hair. Dressed like an assassin, with two short blades at her waist, she exuded a sharp and capable air.
"Yes, Candidate Sophia."
No matter how dissatisfied Brez was, he could only lower his head respectfully before this gentle candidate saintess.
As the only candidate saintess in this trial to receive a ranking badge, her status was extraordinary, and she had practically already secured first place.
Ever since Sophia emerged from the screening trial, she had been recruiting and carefully selecting teammates.
After several days of consideration, she had finally chosen two people at the lower Tier 4 level.
Such a lineup would have been enough to dominate any previous Saintess Selection and claim first place without question.
Unfortunately, for some reason, monsters had been appearing one after another in this selection.
First came the sudden Pale Witch incident, followed by the unexpected emergence of that rumored chief disciple of a god.
The course of the entire selection had